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It wouldn't be that hard to do. The plastic pipe is already in the ground. It got there from when I dug the ditch from the well we dug when I first started building my house. When my brother and next door neighbor and I switched to county water one of the provisos was that pipe had to be disconnected. So it's laid there for a decade or more not being used.
When I dug the hole for the posts that hold my two story outside deck up I ran into that pipe. I had to cut through it to get the post in the right place. So, I know exactly where to find it. The other end of it is located right next to where the county water comes in from the paved road. All I'd have to do is rig a connection to the county water, and dig down beside the deck support post and connect to the pipe there, then run an additional pipe up the post to about ten foot high and put a spigot and a shower head on it, and I'd have an outside shower to use in this hot weather to stay cool. It's easier, of course, to just turn on the air conditioner and pay up.
I used to have an outside shower back in the good old days. I still have the large rocks I hauled down from the old Uwharrie Mountains as a memento. Here on the coastal plains we don't have any rocks to speak of. A stone as big as my fist is a rarity. I used those flat rocks from the old mountain range as the floor to my outside shower. I only had cold water, but I only used it in the summer, which is what I need it for now.
It's at least a hundred yards (91.44 Meters) from the paved road through the woods to my house. Nobody can see my house from a public spot. You would have to come on to my property to see me strolling around naked, but I hardly ever have visitors, and I don't really walk around completely naked. I wear underpants just in case somebody drives up. At least most of the time when I'm outside. I doubt anybody would get all worked up if they did see me naked. I'm old and sagging. Not exactly a magazine model figure.
My obsession about kefir seems to have taken a slower approach. I'm waiting for the woman in Texas to send me some water kefir grains. That might take a while. Depending on the USPS. I have to wait for her to get the Hallmark card I sent the money in, and then wait for her to send the kefir grains back Priority mail. It could be as much as a couple of weeks.
The friend of a friend who I'm still hoping to get some milk kefir grains from has been laying out of work because he's tortured with kidney stones. My friend and this guy work together. This could take a while also. I can't expect the guy to pay more attention to my acute desire for milk kefir grains than his kidney stones. My friend has no particular reason to be in a hurry either.
Meanwhile, I'm reading more material on the history of kefir. It seems to go back for millennia. Probably to the Caucasian mountains area where the native Baltic peoples regularly live to over a hundred years old. Some think it's because of both the kefir and the local vegetables they maintain as a diet.
Macrobiotic diets seem impossible here any more. People (including me) don't keep gardens. If a body gets all their food from the grocery store it could come from anywhere in the world. That's the complete opposite of the ideals of a macrobiotic diet which dictates locally-grown foods eaten in the season of their ripening.
Even the local produce grown by the local farmers is shipped to New York City area to be distributed from there. The federal government paid for a very nice market building downtown, but nobody uses it. It just sits there. Nobody cares. There is a farmer's market up in the state capital about sixty miles away, but the vegetables there still come from all over the world, and it's sixty miles away. I can't afford the gas even if I was willing to drive that far to shop. The world is going to hell in a handbasket. No blame.
Maybe it's all well and good that I'm having to be patient for my new obsession to get cranked up with kefir. It certainly would be in keeping with my previous obsessions. When I first became interested in kefir it started with a casual interest in probiotic capsules. PBS sponsored a infomercial they tried to pass of as a documentary, and I guess I got sold on the idea of using "friendly" gut bacteria to counter "unfriendly" gut bacteria like e. coli that cause problems like Montezuma's Revenge.
Kefir was a word I encountered during my research about probiotics. I hadn't done any research on it when I saw some commercially produced kefir at an upscale grocery store over in Fayetteville. I bought several containers of it, and had my first taste of it in the parking lot outside. I loved it. The taste of it reminded me of the stuff my mother used to make from the Jersey cow milk I brought into the house each morning.
It was due to my having that commercial kefir that caused me to dig deeper into what it was and how it is made. The result was to find out that making your own kefir is the only way to get the good stuff. Basically it's a daily ritual one observes. Since I got nothing else going in my life presently, it seems like the right thing for me to do. Here is the link to the definitive web page on kefir:
http://users.sa.chariot.net.au/~dna/kefirpage.html#nonpropagable
The guy who wrote and maintains these pages is from Australia. I've barely skimmed over what he's written. I'll go over it more thoroughly as time goes by. If for no other reason that the fact that kefir counters Montezuma's Revenge and like dis-eases is a good enough reason for me to get involved.
I had a perfectly fine, paid-for-by-others vacation in Mexico City ruined by Montezuma's Revenge. I've spent even more time in Mexico since, but my memory of my initial sickness, and the possibility of getting it again ruined those trips too. The U.S. is too bacterially priggish for it's own good. There is an app for that. '-)
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